She mimics him, head tilted, studying his face instead of the painting for a moment. He talks the same way he sits. She's not sure what that means, yet.

Her focus shifts to the painting, and she relaxes into examining it. Here's the question, now: make something up or not?

Shannon shrugs, mentally and physically.

"It's pretty. Gorgeous, even. Maybe it's supposed to express the beauty of the human body, or the delicate nature of sexuality, or the artist's preoccupation with genitalia." She smiles. "But I like looking at people react to it, more than I like the painting itself."

She looks at Hannibal again. "Like you."